Passed on the left

Poetic Dan



I feel more than I write, never wanting to lose the light

My anger can still run raw,  with a darkness knocking at the door

Eventually I'll let it through, watching the bitterness brew

Waiting for the right time to shine, there'll be a sweet little rhyme

No ifs, buts or hesitating grind, I'll feel the buzz clear out my mind

No matter how you choose, you have to pass the time

Mine is on the left hand side, sitting in the sunshine

  • Author: Poetic Dan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2022 05:10
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  • dusk arising

    Great stuff Dan..... here you express our moods and how they change. It's clear to see here that you definitely do have a positive outlook.

    • Poetic Dan

      Well it does depend on who you talk to but I am trying my friend!
      Thanks again for all the support buddy

    • Rocky Lagou

      Yes Dan! Live your life man! Be happy and focus on the bright side of things! Great poem! 💖

      • Poetic Dan

        And to you my fine poet! Always appreciate your time
        Much peace and respect

      • spilleronsheet

        The sun is right behind my dear friend
        It’s aura surrounds you
        So rise and shine
        I can see magic spreading from your pen

        • Poetic Dan

          May it drift your way for a dazzling display!
          Thank you my friend

        • Rozina

          Great lines. Let the sun shine in. All the best to you.

          • Poetic Dan

            And to you my friend. Thank you so much for your time!

          • Goldfinch60

            May that sunshine always be in your life Dan.

            Andy

            • Poetic Dan

              I only have to think of you to remember it never left my good friend!
              Thank you



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